Maybe, but their i-series EVs look like they should be zipping through the background in 20-year old sci-fi movies made about the near future.

Just...stop.

Just...stop.

Here Class A motorhomes often share bodies with big coach buses.

I like that - have you written the chorus yet?

Zima was great with a jigger of gin in it.

I ended up shin-deep in the mud off Hallett’s Cove Beach in Queens, yelling at the East River as the sun came up. On a Monday.

Did I say great? I meant “stupefyingly horrible.” Typo, sorry.

Because now that Bourdain’s dead there’s room for a traveling chef guy who doesn’t actually cook all that much, and Ramsay is all over that.

Reading is hard.

The internet.

Every so often do the sudden violent HAHAHAHAHAA. Then just stare at them.

It is invigorating.

WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD.

I got so many fucking guns, I’m Keanu right here.

I hate that island sooo f-f-fucking muuuuuch

Camp has been dead since opiate deaths beat out AIDS deaths. Everyone go home.

What? Turkey beautiful, it’s is a thing.

The only response to such twitter twatwafflery:

Used to just cover the ice at salad bars. Now it gets a frickin’ massage.

ZATT IZ NOT MAI BORHD

Niiiiice. I have an enduring and unironic affection for that movie. And not just because of Jean-Luc-Gay-Superhero Picard.